Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE WIND OF FATE, by CHARLES WHITWORTH WYNNE



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THE WIND OF FATE, by                    
First Line: O not by reason can we love
Last Line: The issues of our fate.
Alternate Author Name(s): Cayzer, Charles
Subject(s): Love; Passion


I

O NOT by reason can we love,
Nor yet by reason hate;
Our lives to mystic measures move,
Touch'd by the Wand of Fate.

II

Your soul drew mine, as doth the moon
Draw after her the main;
Yet howso oft he craves her boon,
The chiller her disdain.

III

O never nearer may I climb!
Old Ocean's faith I know—
Like his, my passion spurns at Time
In ceaseless ebb and flow.

IV

O pitiless the moon's cold fire!
And pitiless the heart
That bids me ever to aspire,
Yet bends not to my smart!

V

O not by reason can we love,
Nor yet by reason hate;
We cannot prove, we may not move
The issues of our fate.





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